|This was ill-advised, but fun|
The Classic SF "Players of the Nuclear Theremin" turns out to be a significantly longer story than I thought it would be, but I can see how that happened. What that means is that, in the interests of being able to Write The Next Thing, I am going to finish this damn thing by the tried-and-true method of ingesting lots of coffee and sitting in a dark room and typing with my eyes closed. The Internet will, of course, be off.
Oh, and Byrrh is apparently a mixture of red wine and tonic water. That sounds terrifying. Take note, upcoming steampunk horror.
If I do in fact succeed in finishing this monster project, I'll have to time to format up a different steampunk story for ePub tomorrow.
Short Story "Players of the Nuclear Theremin"
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